Ok, so I’ll admit I was a little freaked out for this trip because the last time Dave and I went diving (two years ago) I was freezing to death and got into the water ready to go down before I realized I had no idea what I was doing. They were telling me to remember to equalize and check my pressure and all this stuff that sounded like a foreign language to me. I couldn’t remember a thing from our dives before that…ages ago. So I had decided diving wasn’t my thing. Then Dave scheduled this trip as kind of a surprise to me and had it all arranged before I could really tell him I was too scared. And really, I was fooling myself if I thought I would ever turn down a trip of any sort to any location even if it involved slave labor and fingernails scraping on blackboards. I just love the adventure. So I was in. And as I mentioned before, Dave insisted on buying me a wet suit. Boy was I bugged at him for that. But man oh man I’m attached at the hip to that thing now and I’m going to wear it every chance I get from now on. (I’m going to make chances…anyone want to certify and come with us?) Anyway, I kept blessing Dave’s name every time we hopped in the water and I didn’t start shivering.
Ok so anyone interested and not certified, do it! I want to go swim with migrating whales next time…I heard that is the best. Get a wet suit!